When the world Biel came into creation, it was permeated with life and magic. The Gods payed special attention to this world, as it had sprng up with energy without assistance from the incredible power of all the Gods. They observed the planet and its unpredictable events. Salb, the God of the Seas, watched as the water pulsed on its own time. Plu, God of the Harvest and Plenty, was startled when he observed the trees, bushes, grasses and wheats grow without assistance from Him. The Gods soon congregated, and a massive meeting was held to decide what should be done of the wondrous planet. They debated for a thousand years, when Buri, God of Might and Steel, suggested they create their own race on the planet. One that would master the planet, and the Gods would master them. All the other Gods agreed to the plan, and the next day a new species sent by the Gods was created on Biel. Plu named them "human" after the name of the life force the Gods had given Biel, Huum.

But, several million years later, the humans began to drift away from the Gods. They believed more in their own might than that of the Gods. Because of this, the last of Buri's faithful followers built a massive steel obelisk on a desolate plain. In the top point of the obelisk's center, hidden by sheets of medal, was a perfectly spherical orb of the dark gem Malcrea. The followers poured all the strength the Gods had given them into the gem, and a gateway was opened, which guided the God Buri to the surface of Biel. Before he came, he sent his dark creatures to the planet. For a thousand years, Buri's massive beats roamed the mountains , seas, and forests, crushing all signs of dissident and rebellious humans. Massive armies of Hordesmen and Blind Hunters burned through the countryside, slaying all those who refused the rule of the Gods. Then, Buri materialised on Biel. A massive steel giant several hundred feet tall, Buri moved directly to the human city of Pirax, and destroyed it with one swipe of his blade. He continued until all humans had refuted their ways, and returned to worship the Gods.

But a secret cult had survived the holocaust, and soon discovered a way to prevent the Gods from ever returning to Biel. After Buri had left the surface and ascended to the heavens. Then, they created a sword that they stabbed into the obelisk of Buri. The sword became intertwined with the power of the obelisk, and the obleisk became unable to function except when the sword was directly connected to it. The cult then threw the blade into a massive furnace, where it lies to this day, unhindered, yet unreachable. After this, the humans again distanced themselves from the Gods, but without repercussion, the humans altogether forgot the existence of the higher beings, and began to follow their own faiths.

"If the hunters are going west, we go east, turn around, and flank them!" Cylus shouted at Liesy. The woman was infuriating, illogical, and irresponsible. Unfortunately, her unorthodox tactics had never failed Cylus. Still, losing a forty-three man troop to seventeen blind hunters was not in Cylus's best interests.

"If the hunters are going west, we send our archers to stalk them and move the rest of our men to Korb! You know what the hunters are doing. They're going to out-manuever Straffley and leave us to eat the dust from their heels. We need to get to Korb before every farmer there gets turned into the hunters' Winterly feast! We cut them off from Korb, then once they slow down to stop from starving to death, we slaughter them." Liesy had a very persuasive idea, but it wasn't tactically sound. What if the hunters merely turned around again and went for some defenseless lumber village. If they lost those beasts in the woods, thhey wouldnn't find them until they slaughtered another town. Cylus didn't like the idea of sitting it out and waiting while the hunters got free reign over those woods and any settlements inside them.

"I am the commanding officer here, and I say east! If we keep them from the woods, Straffley will swallow them up." Cylus said in as light a voice as he could manage. Being reasonable with the woman was impossible.

At that, Liesy gave him a cold, hard stare. "Straffley will try and swallow them up, but haven't you realised hunters go down hard? And Straffley's humainitarian record was never that high. Last year he lost six hundred men to seventy hunters, just because they didnt travel with the northerlies to their backs. His scouts could hardly see, much less his main fighters, their eyes were nearly frozen shut! A single flank from behind doomed half the troops, and then the squeeze from the rest of the pack on the other side lost him a hundred more. God knows how he got out of there." Her rant could go on for a few hours straight, but she knew she had to cut to the chase. "We're going west with the hunters, then we'll see what those blinded beasts will do. They may be smart, but they get hungry fast. I want to starve them out, reduce casualties. Keep these men alive. " Liesy had a tone of finality in her voice, and more than a bit of reasoning too. Cylus had no choice. He couldn't think of a time he'd had a choice for years.